tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73488593584810474962024-03-14T01:04:46.531-04:00A dog's blogThe life and times of Cooper Duffy. Cooper is a three-year-old Golden Retriever who was adopted from a Golden Retriever rescue.Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14280193292666022599noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-84934726397173191562009-06-29T21:12:00.000-04:002009-07-09T01:31:51.604-04:00A day at the playground<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAxa9aq0_I/AAAAAAAAECk/NrQbJiAV0e8/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAxa9aq0_I/AAAAAAAAECk/NrQbJiAV0e8/s200/IMG_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350330696548930546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAwSO5Bh6I/AAAAAAAAECc/WxjwuLlLXSI/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAwSO5Bh6I/AAAAAAAAECc/WxjwuLlLXSI/s200/IMG_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350329447109199778" border="0" /></a>One day in the winter after it snowed and the snow was thawing making everything muddy, Daddy took me to the park. Not the dog park, a different park. He was letting me sniff around the playground equipment, and I climbed up by the slide. I was sniffing some ice at the top of the slide, and the ice broke and I slipped and went down the sliding board! It was fun! Mommy said that some day she wanted to come with us to the different park so that she could see me go down the slide. So, on one drizzly day in the Spring, we went back to the park with Mommy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAyjtrMKCI/AAAAAAAAEC0/Ca03d1frwWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAyjtrMKCI/AAAAAAAAEC0/Ca03d1frwWQ/s200/IMG_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331946453706786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAyjU1kd9I/AAAAAAAAECs/DshKBrPtCqY/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAyjU1kd9I/AAAAAAAAECs/DshKBrPtCqY/s200/IMG_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331939786356690" border="0" /></a><br />We went and I sniffed around. Then Daddy took me to the top of the little slide and we showed Mommy what I could do. After going down the little slide, we went up to the twisty slide, Mommy didn't think I'd go down, but I did. Sorry, the picture of me going down isn't good, Mommy was so surprised she wasn't ready to take the picture. But you can see my furry little bottom in the picture on the right!Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-83904075044548789582009-06-22T19:38:00.007-04:002009-06-22T20:09:30.105-04:00I'm Three!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAX8RqQDPI/AAAAAAAAEBE/61xkYzigApM/s1600-h/DSC03042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAX8RqQDPI/AAAAAAAAEBE/61xkYzigApM/s320/DSC03042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350302681616354546" border="0" /></a><br />I'm a little late in posting this, but I'm three! My birthday was on April 5. The weekend of my birthday Mommy went to visit her friend, so Daddy and I hung out all weekend. In honor of my birthday he bought me a cheeseburger for dinner and it was yummy! Then, on Sunday, the actual day of my birthday, Mommy came home and brought me an ice cream cake. YUM! I wish my birthday was every day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAYk62lGII/AAAAAAAAEBc/snp36NNGy6k/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAYk62lGII/AAAAAAAAEBc/snp36NNGy6k/s320/DSC03048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350303379868686466" border="0" /></a><br />My cake looked and smelled so good I didn't want to wait for Mommy and Daddy to light the candles and sing to me, so I tried to lick off some of the icing.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAZb1YyA0I/AAAAAAAAEBk/tPMO4kAEjb4/s1600-h/DSC03050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAZb1YyA0I/AAAAAAAAEBk/tPMO4kAEjb4/s320/DSC03050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350304323294331714" border="0" /></a>"What do you mean I have to blow out the candles before I eat it?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAaL-XtaLI/AAAAAAAAEBs/spkqT-Yndm0/s1600-h/DSC03053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAaL-XtaLI/AAAAAAAAEBs/spkqT-Yndm0/s320/DSC03053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350305150339475634" border="0" /></a>"If I pose for one picture, then can I eat the cake?"<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAbCsoKBrI/AAAAAAAAEB0/7AqUJaj_CyM/s1600-h/DSC03055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SkAbCsoKBrI/AAAAAAAAEB0/7AqUJaj_CyM/s320/DSC03055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350306090469426866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"What do you mean 'wait until I cut you a piece?' You guys can split the little piece, what's left is mine."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Note from Mommy: Cooper did not get to eat the entire cake. He just got a small piece.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-23333779465293856032009-05-04T06:00:00.000-04:002009-05-04T06:00:00.370-04:00Muddy Buddies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclK48lfLtI/AAAAAAAAD-g/vZJYE4w2C3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclK48lfLtI/AAAAAAAAD-g/vZJYE4w2C3Q/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316863177284071122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclKv_U9O5I/AAAAAAAAD-Y/z1rz8OeDP9o/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclKv_U9O5I/AAAAAAAAD-Y/z1rz8OeDP9o/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316863023401221010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclKayqDmbI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/0Sar0_BSlcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclKayqDmbI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/0Sar0_BSlcQ/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316862659222804914" border="0" /></a><br />Sami and I went to the park on a very muddy day. It was FUN! And then Mommy made me take a bath with shampoo. Not fun.Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-88139475255120093382009-04-21T06:00:00.000-04:002009-04-21T06:00:00.894-04:00Knock Knock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclJ-TFDkQI/AAAAAAAAD-I/Itqq1nb7hSg/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclJ-TFDkQI/AAAAAAAAD-I/Itqq1nb7hSg/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316862169709777154" border="0" /></a><br />Who's There? Coop! Can you believe Daddy locked me out of the office? I can't believe it either.Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-64590834171747158202009-04-14T06:00:00.000-04:002009-04-14T06:00:00.848-04:00Would anyone like to come upstairs?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclJVJWRGhI/AAAAAAAAD-A/atoi8tghOdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclJVJWRGhI/AAAAAAAAD-A/atoi8tghOdQ/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316861462722976274" border="0" /></a><br />I love to go upstairs, but only if someone goes up with me. I don't like to be alone if I can help it. If I go upstairs and Mommy doesn't come with me, I'll stare at her until she does. There isn't anything she could possibly have to do that wouldn't include me. Why wouldn't she come upstairs?Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-79461196421338525672009-03-31T06:00:00.000-04:002009-03-31T06:00:00.481-04:00Sometimes, I just can't make up my mind.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclIiU1WnDI/AAAAAAAAD94/HRNqUjOWBNI/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclIiU1WnDI/AAAAAAAAD94/HRNqUjOWBNI/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316860589632822322" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes do you find it really hard to make up your mind. Like sometimes I want to sit on the couch. And others I don't. And then sometimes I think I want to get up, but then I change my mind halfway through. It's hard being a dog, I have so much to think about!Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-3954130865761630782009-03-26T06:00:00.000-04:002009-03-26T06:00:00.816-04:00Bed time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclG05FUE8I/AAAAAAAAD9g/PPVmWedvHxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclG05FUE8I/AAAAAAAAD9g/PPVmWedvHxQ/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858709577831362" border="0" /></a><br />Aunt Tori spent the week with us a few weeks ago. She kept stealing my bed. We tried to share, but there is not enough room for two Golden Retrievers in my bed. But do you know where there is room for two Golden Retrievers?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclHKPMI1SI/AAAAAAAAD9w/B78Jc9x--tI/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclHKPMI1SI/AAAAAAAAD9w/B78Jc9x--tI/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316859076289287458" border="0" /></a>In Mommy and Daddy's bed! But wait, there isn't any room for Daddy! We tried to tell him he could sleep in the kitchen on my bed, but he wasn't interested.Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-19973866746576307442009-03-24T17:11:00.000-04:002009-03-24T17:13:32.128-04:00My new shirt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclMyuFfZ-I/AAAAAAAAD-o/RfVHs0Oxx7A/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SclMyuFfZ-I/AAAAAAAAD-o/RfVHs0Oxx7A/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316865269335812066" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, sorry Daddy. Were you planning on wearing this?Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-67544440783587068692009-03-07T18:50:00.000-05:002009-03-07T18:50:11.187-05:00Christmas Part 2<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SbMIMTU36xI/AAAAAAAAD9A/zKVO1zR6OaY/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SbMIMTU36xI/AAAAAAAAD9A/zKVO1zR6OaY/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>After Christmas dinner, I snuck back into the dining room to help clean off the table. Grandma was not too happy about me licking her good china, but couldn't help smiling because I am so cute.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-63023926644400845492009-01-25T10:00:00.000-05:002009-01-25T10:00:01.085-05:00Christmas, part 1<div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SXOkMCMuZ1I/AAAAAAAAD7E/deaeFEfHeUg/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292754513746093906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SXOkMCMuZ1I/AAAAAAAAD7E/deaeFEfHeUg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a>We had a very nice Christmas. We woke up and Daddy and I went on a walk. Then we had breakfast. Then we opened presents. My first present was a fire hydrant made out of the same <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SXOkMeL0aFI/AAAAAAAAD7M/rdgWQFNR1-k/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292754521258485842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SXOkMeL0aFI/AAAAAAAAD7M/rdgWQFNR1-k/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SXOkNH-oRTI/AAAAAAAAD7U/9KGrwtdRGm8/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292754532477453618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SXOkNH-oRTI/AAAAAAAAD7U/9KGrwtdRGm8/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>material as my favorite green squishy ball, and it had a big treat stuffed inside it. It was so cool! I didn't want to open any of my other presents, or look in my stocking, I just wanted to play with my new toy! Come to think of it, I never did open my other presents...Mommy, what happened to them? </div><div> </div><div>Later, we went to Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Tori's to meet up with the rest of the family. I'll tell you more about that later!</div></div></div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-89004986848579214992009-01-18T16:43:00.001-05:002009-01-18T16:45:08.080-05:00Mmmm, cookies<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4Pi53q9lk/SXOikDZI7OI/AAAAAAAAAQs/euX4Ojlh1Bk/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4Pi53q9lk/SXOikDZI7OI/AAAAAAAAAQs/euX4Ojlh1Bk/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Mommy made a bunch of cookies for Christmas. She uses the same handmixer than Grandma used when Mommy and Aunt Steener were kids. Mommy lets me lick one of the beaters when she is done, just like she did when she was a kid! <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14280193292666022599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-3451396323653240452008-12-25T00:01:00.000-05:002008-12-25T00:01:01.037-05:00Merry Christmas<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUAHiwIdGXI/AAAAAAAAD08/Ap5yJfUlEgw/s1600-h/043-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278227056895531378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUAHiwIdGXI/AAAAAAAAD08/Ap5yJfUlEgw/s320/043-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div align="center">Happy Holidays from Cooper, Mommy and Daddy!</div></div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-23563479619748465822008-12-21T08:00:00.000-05:002008-12-21T08:00:00.575-05:00Mmm, bagels.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUAFaet0-RI/AAAAAAAAD0c/XJQIdQKn0FI/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278224715758237970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUAFaet0-RI/AAAAAAAAD0c/XJQIdQKn0FI/s200/026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">Daddy, if you wanted to eat that, you shouldn't have left it on the counter. </p>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-30786544004214222502008-12-19T08:00:00.003-05:002009-08-17T16:43:16.146-04:00Cage free, organic and semi-free range<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUAGPM6lvGI/AAAAAAAAD0s/WGe1ek_UWoc/s1600-h/046.JPG"></a><div><div>Mommy and Daddy got me a new bed, so I don't have to sleep in my crate any more. I can roam around the downstairs all night if I want to. I'm still not allowed upstairs at night, because I like to wake Mommy and Daddy up really early and they don't like that so much. Here's me in my new bed, looking like the doggies in the catalog. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278225610904787186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUAGOlZZWPI/AAAAAAAAD0k/4FsHiJ0FpFY/s200/044.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-81586619189703369832008-12-17T08:00:00.000-05:002008-12-17T08:00:00.490-05:00Smells like baby.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUAE1rorq7I/AAAAAAAAD0U/z7XFjknfd7Q/s1600-h/Chewy+and+Daddy+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278224083571157938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUAE1rorq7I/AAAAAAAAD0U/z7XFjknfd7Q/s200/Chewy+and+Daddy+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Three months ago, Cousin Sami got a little human sister! Cousin Sami stayed with us for a few days. Mommy brought home a blankie from the hospital so Cousin Sami could get used to her new sister's smell. We weren't sure what we were supposed to do with it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Cousin Megabyte (Sami's little sister) is okay. I like to sniff and lick her, but she can't play yet, so I pretty much ignore her in favor of people who can play with me. </div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-10341737647697959382008-12-15T08:00:00.000-05:002008-12-15T08:00:00.309-05:00Canadian Thanksgiving, eh?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUADerPYNNI/AAAAAAAAD0M/Hb4JYneBnZc/s1600-h/736853210.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278222588816405714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUADerPYNNI/AAAAAAAAD0M/Hb4JYneBnZc/s200/736853210.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mommy and Daddy went on vacation in October. While they went far away, I went on my own vacation to visit Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Tori. It was fun! I could run around in their ba<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUADUDU3W8I/AAAAAAAAD0E/kW6eXLh7yZs/s1600-h/736853195.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278222406303308738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUADUDU3W8I/AAAAAAAAD0E/kW6eXLh7yZs/s200/736853195.jpg" border="0" /></a>ck yard, chasing squirrels, eating deer poo...it was great! One weekend we went to visit Uncle's family for Canadian Thanksgiving. It was fun! There was tons of stuff to steal, like a turkey, a pumpkin, Grandma's pumpkin pie. Fun!Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-30436219855933438162008-12-13T08:00:00.001-05:002008-12-13T08:00:00.297-05:00I'm helpful!The day after Thanksgiving I decided to help Mommy clean out the closets. <div align="center"><br /><div>I'm here to help Mommy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278220636492798722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUABtCRKGwI/AAAAAAAADzk/hRMKWHJakak/s200/032.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">This is kind of boring Mommy...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278220642390990738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUABtYPZX5I/AAAAAAAADzs/eS55BfY8BC8/s200/035.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Zzzzzz....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278220648884260194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SUABtwbgzWI/AAAAAAAADz0/9YcYKEFfjAs/s200/036.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-14334381687610772562008-12-11T08:00:00.001-05:002008-12-11T08:00:00.621-05:00Pups in the ParkI'm going to try to post some things from the past few months...starting with the baseball game. In June, Mommy, Daddy, Aunt, Uncle, Cousin Sami and I all went to a Pittsburgh Pirates game! It was so much fun!<br /><div><br /><br /><div align="center">I got to take my first elevator ride...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278216762187167570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST_-LhWtt1I/AAAAAAAADzM/4jBztanVxQE/s200/021.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I got to sit in the stands...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278218176387818130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST__d1qbIpI/AAAAAAAADzU/egBoXdO7E8w/s200/676892866.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Cousin Sami sat under the stands...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278218475413186338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST__vPnoJyI/AAAAAAAADzc/LlBgA0Wiu9I/s200/676892890.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">And I got to eat a piece of Daddy's hot dog (sorry, no picture for that one)! I hope we get to go again next year!</div></div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-91922385673384217852008-12-10T20:00:00.000-05:002008-12-10T12:32:43.988-05:00The Story of the Bump on My Head<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Note from Mommy -- this post is kind of gross, consider yourself warned.</span><br /><br />I'm a bad blogger! I said in my last post I'd update you about some trips to the doctor, and now more than 2 months later I still haven't! In all honesty, I wrote this in September, but Mommy had to add pictures to the post for me, and she never got around to it. Bad Mommy! Go to time out!<br /><br />Anyhow, here's the story. If you've been following my blog, you may remember when I went for <a href="http://cooperduffy.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-i-had-doctors-appointment.html">my first doctor's appointment </a>in May 2007 last year. I had a little bump on my head, and the doctor said it was an ingrown hair and pulled this long wad of fur out of my head. Well the bump came back, so Mommy asked my new doctor about it and she said not to worry about it unless it changed size.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST_5T1XadbI/AAAAAAAADy8/Z0ORSvpJw3U/s1600-h/676861009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278211407439623602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST_5T1XadbI/AAAAAAAADy8/Z0ORSvpJw3U/s200/676861009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Then in August, I had an ear infection. It didn't really bother me, but Mommy said it looked yucky so we needed to go to the vet's. She also said that she didn't want me to go deaf, because while I hardly listen to her now, if I was deaf I would never listen. I didn't really care because I don't know if I have told you this before, but I LOVE THE VET'S. There are other dogs there, and cats, and the people who work there pet me and give me treats and tell me how handsome I am. That place is awesome.<br /><br />Anyhow, we were there for my ear, and Mommy told the vet she thought my bump was getting bigger. The vet did a biopsy, where she put a needle into my bump. I didn't cry at all until the vet left the room. I missed her! Anyhow, she said it was a sebaceous cyst, and we shouldn't worry about it. If it got bigger, or started to hurt me, they might have to take it out, but for now it was okay. So we left the vet's, went to the park and went home. Did I mention that I get to go to the park after I go to the vet's? Even on weekdays? I never get to go to the park on weekdays. I LOVE THE VET'S.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST_45tJVjCI/AAAAAAAADy0/VzuNCTEc6iM/s1600-h/676863319.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278210958556498978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST_45tJVjCI/AAAAAAAADy0/VzuNCTEc6iM/s200/676863319.jpg" border="0" /></a>About a month later, Daddy was playing with me, and when he touched the back of my head, I whimpered because it hurt. They also noticed that my bump was getting bigger. So Mommy called the vet and made an appointment for that evening. Mommy and Daddy went to work. When Mommy came home, my bump had grown to the size of a golf ball and my entire face was swollen. She said I looked like I had been in a fist fight! Off to the vet's we went. I was so excited to be at the vet's! I was bouncing all over the place. My favorite tech was working behind the front desk and I jumped up on the counter and she gave me kisses. Mommy told me to at least try to act like there was something wrong with me so the vet wouldn't think she was crazy.<br /><br />So we saw the vet, and she said that my swollen face and the bump were totally unrelated. I p<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST_5itpWLEI/AAAAAAAADzE/6HXl-IsFHUg/s1600-h/676865811.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278211663065394242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST_5itpWLEI/AAAAAAAADzE/6HXl-IsFHUg/s200/676865811.jpg" border="0" /></a>robably got stung by a bug, which made my face swell, and somehow my bump had gotten infected. She gave me an antibiotic for the bump and an antihistamine for the swelling. Then we went to the park! It was fun!<br /><br />The next morning, I scratched my head because it itched. Daddy examined my bump and said that there was a little blood coming out of it. Mommy called the vet and they said to keep watching it, if it kept oozing to call back later. Mommy decided to take the day off of work to keep me company. She wouldn't let me scratch my head, but it really itched. Finally, she turned her back on me and I started to scratch. Mommy turned around, yelled "No!" and all of a sudden my paw was all sticky and my head felt a little better. The sticky stuff on my paw was all over the room. Mommy shut the door so I couldn't leave the room and got a washcloth to get the sticky stuff off my head and paws. I tried to lick it. I wanted to know what it tasted like. Mommy called the vet and they said I could come over right away. I was thrilled, I got to go to the vet's again! We went and the doctor shaved my head and squeezed the sticky stuff out of my head and shot some steroids into my bump. It didn't hurt at all. Then we went to the park AGAIN. BEST. WEEK. EVER.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST_2f-eMoDI/AAAAAAAADx8/g1rEAU5u9mQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278208317507543090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/ST_2f-eMoDI/AAAAAAAADx8/g1rEAU5u9mQ/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Then on Saturday, Mommy noticed my head was still swollen. The vet had said that it shouldn't be swollen anymore. Mommy was cleaning the part of my head where the sticky stuff had come out and more sticky stuff started oozing out! The vet was closed, so Mommy pressed on it to try to get as much stuff out as she could. She said it was gross. It didn't hurt, so I didn't mind. Then as she was cleaning out the gunk, a big clump of fur came out! Mommy almost threw up, but I thought it was cool! Turns out I did have an ingrown hair and it had been growing and growing for a year and that's what caused the sebaceous cyst.<br /><br />So, after that, the swelling went down. My head healed fast because I was a good boy and didn't scratch it. My fur grew back so I'm no longer bald. Mommy says that she can feel the ingrown hair coming back, but it's not so bad. Doctor says if it gets infected again, I might have to have surgery so it never comes back again. But for now, we'll wait it out to see what happens.<br /><br />In all, I thought this whole ordeal was very exciting and fun. I got lots of attention, got to go to the vet's a bunch of times, got to go to the park a bunch of times...it was great. Mommy says it was not fun and she was very worried...but I'm all better now and she and the vet aren't worried any more.Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-25928711842420066242008-09-24T16:04:00.002-04:002008-09-24T16:11:20.568-04:00Vote for GRINJust a quick post to ask you to vote for my rescue, <a href="http://grinrescue.org/">GRIN</a>, in Care2.com's "America's Favorite Animal Shelter" contest. The rescue with the most votes will win a grand prize of $10,000. Think of how many more doggies like me GRIN could save with $10,000! Please vote <a href="http://www.care2.com/animalsheltercontest/20924/?refer=18739.09.1222284017.1267">here</a>: <a href="http://www.care2.com/animalsheltercontest/20924/?refer=18739.09.1222284017.1267" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(27, 138, 190);" target="_blank">http://www.care2.com/<wbr>animalsheltercontest/20924/?<wbr>refer=18739.09.1222284017.1267</a><br /><br />I'll try to post later this week. I've been having some medical issues -- don't worry nothing bad! In fact I didn't even know there was anything wrong with me until Mommy took me to the vet. But I'm hopefully all better now. I'll tell you all about it soon!Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-87568339437017993832008-09-03T11:23:00.006-04:002008-09-03T11:44:05.916-04:00My first trip to the pet storeA couple of weekends ago Mommy and Daddy took me to the pet store. They hadn't taken me before because they didn't think that I could handle all the excitement without flipping out. I have no idea why they thought that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SL6vIESVDkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7bmJ9jOgwFs/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SL6vIESVDkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7bmJ9jOgwFs/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241819569430269506" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Did you know that at the pet store, they have aisles of toys? Hundreds and hundreds of toys?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SL6vkTNijHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1K6BtoQG1e0/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SL6vkTNijHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1K6BtoQG1e0/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241820054473051250" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />And crates full of pets? Like birds and mice and ferrets?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SL6wLu3Gg0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/gIKgdSIDj5E/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SL6wLu3Gg0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/gIKgdSIDj5E/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241820731910030146" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">And did you know that there is an all you can eat rawhide buffet? Mommy says it isn't all you can eat. But I don't believe her. </div><br /></div>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-54055402298934754512008-08-28T12:55:00.000-04:002008-08-30T12:55:44.862-04:00Coop-burgler<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SLl7RMz4sAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7B4VUluFh1E/s1600-h/502831229.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uok2RltIqM/SLl7RMz4sAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7B4VUluFh1E/s320/502831229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240355176849125378" border="0" /></a>I've decided that I really like to steal. I like to steal mail, shoes, pillows, socks, underwear, screwdrivers...you name it, if it isn't nailed down I like to pick it up in my mouth and run around the house with it. Not only do I steal things from the floor, I've started jumping up on the table to steal things.<br /><br />So, even though I've been stealing a lot, Mommy and Daddy are still letting me roam the house while they're out. On Saturday night, Mommy and Daddy went out and I went upstairs to see if there was anything fun to steal or play with. I decided I'd try to get into the spare room. I'm not allowed in there, but the door doesn't latch, so Mommy and Daddy blocked the door with some plastic bins. I was able to push the door open and squeeze by the bins to get in the room! It was so exciting! But then I realized I couldn't get out! I was stuck! I had to wait until Mommy and Daddy came home to let me out! It was so embarrassing.Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14280193292666022599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-17698193739715764372008-08-22T09:29:00.004-04:002008-08-22T09:32:40.864-04:00GRIN's New Web siteFirst, I can't believe I haven't posted in two months! Sorry about that! I've been having a lot of fun this summer. I'll try to get you caught up soon!<br /><br />I just wanted to tell everyone to check out <a href="http://grinrescue.org">GRIN's new Web site</a>. It's still at the <a href="http://grinrescue.org">same place</a>, and still has cute golden retrievers up for adoption, but just looks different!Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-5522466158343995462008-05-29T15:10:00.003-04:002008-05-29T15:14:49.892-04:00A Doggie Waterpark!!!Mommy and Daddy, can we please go <a href="http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/s_569758.html">here</a>? Please!<br /><br />The paper says that they have a <span class="summary">nonchlorinated pool, jungle gym, tunnel, pavilion, small dog area, and 6-foot-high fence. </span>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15788252218261429954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348859358481047496.post-87922559265994542742008-05-28T15:52:00.003-04:002008-05-28T15:54:41.328-04:00Eddy's blogMy friend Eddy started his own blog, <a href="http://goldeddy.blogspot.com/">check it out here.</a> <br /><br />Eddy's a GRIN dog just like me. Eddy has a pet bird. I wish my Mommy and Daddy would let me have a pet. <span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span></span>Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14280193292666022599noreply@blogger.com1